I pulled him in tighter, desperate for the contact, and he gladly accepted by snaking his hands around to my ass, slightly pulling up my skirt and giv...ng it a firm squeeze. I moaned into his mouth, and he took it as his cue to use his tongue to explore the inside of mine. He walked me back a step more not ending the kiss, until I was flesh against the wall by the door. He leaned his body weight into me and his hands moved to my front, cupping my breasts. I ran my hands through his hair. Always so surly about being teased about your looks and trying so hard acting macho that you were turning hard and mean. But now, because you had to learn how to act different to pass as Sheila, like acting gentle and speaking softly, you're feeling more tender then boys do." You mean sissy," I sourly snorted and she smiled."Remember our dance at the burn center children's ward? I don't think a boy would've hugged that little girl like Sheila did. I mean, a boy might care, but he wouldn't show. Her skin, dark and smooth, seemed to transmit at the same time contradictory signals of calm and of excitement. Her face was in repose, her smile somewhat lessened but still present.Most of all he saw warmth. Was it possible she genuinely liked him and looked forward to their visits? That had seemed unattainable, impossible, when they had first met. She was older than he was by at least five or six years, and a woman of the world. He didn’t know exactly what a “woman of the world” was, but he. I...”“We will discuss this later. Let’s go inside.”Luca saw the look of confusion on her face. He figured she thought that’s what he wanted. He realized he wanted more. Kay nodded her head and turned to go back inside. Luca let out a breath of relief when she turned to go back inside. The other men were in the kitchen getting something to eat.“Does this oven work?” Sal asked.“As far as I know.” She looked at what he had frozen pizza and spaghetti O’s. “Are you putting that on top?” Kay wrinkled.